This couldn't be happening. Why had he tried to stop her? He'd asked her to kill him--she still had the note, she had proof--but he'd done everything he could, given the circumstances, to prevent her from doing so--even to keep her from trying again. Was he playing some sort of game? Putting up a front? Testing her? She picked gravel out of her sore palms, glancing up through a fringe of her hair every once in a while at Dreffan where he sat, rubbing his temples outside the ring of light cast by the fire.
Maybe she really was going crazy... she knew she'd heard Seraph's voice. There was no way Finn could ever forget that voice. She'd heard it in her dreams for so long now. But--oh, voices. They were the things to look out for. The note, though, that was solid: that was tangible. She couldn't make that up. She unbuttoned the top of her vest and reached in for it, but her fingers found only cloth on either side.
Her heart rose into her throat. Where was it? Where had it gone? She kept it right there, tucked into the right side of her vest where it was securely held against her body--it was always there, she could hear the faint crinkle of parchment when she pressed her hand to the vest--
...It wasn't there. Finn's eyes grew wider, and she folded her hands into fists, pressed them against each other, and pressed her forehead against them.
'M not goin' crazy!
"Miss Chant?"
She yelped--she couldn't help it--and shuffled back a little, peering up into the darkness where Dreffan stood now. She swallowed hard, heart pounding.
"I wanted to apologize for my reaction. You startled me."
...He was apologizing? Half of her thought maybe he was the insane one--apologizing for defending his own life against a would-be murderer--while the other half of her wailed internally. As if she hadn't been confused enough before! The man should just make up his mind: did he or did he not want to be dead?
"Go 'way," she moaned, covering her hands in her face.
"Pardon?"
"Go 'way!" she shouted; even the din of the storm couldn't cover up her voice now. She reached for a stone near her, felt one in her palm, and lobbed it at him with all her strength. "Go 'way, don' talk t' me! Go 'way!" she cried, throwing more and more stones at him as he retreated.
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